<< Admiral Dobrynya Sokolov reporting. A small group of meteors and debris of destroyed ships is gravitating threateningly above the thermosphere of Kepler Secundus, near the sector of Daltan. Be careful, suspected ork drop-rocks among them. >> Admiral Dobrynya Sokolov. Admiral of the imperial assualt fleet.
++ Verbum Caelestis machine spirit protocol: approved ++ ++ Additional EMP and heat resistant shielding activated ++ ++ Solid fuel canisters full ++ ++ Plasteel and ceramite armour plates electrified ++ ++ inter-continental guidance system interconnected ++ ++ Melta bombs Warhead activated ++ ++ Barrage missile launcher ready at 3 + ++ 2 ++ ++ 1 ++ ++ GO ++
<< Vendetta! Vendettaaaa!! >> Princeps Iskander Baal on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan.
With a parable of death, the huge missile hurtles from the carapace of the warlord titan, flying high, overpassing the sumptuous, and now devastated buildings of Finnich square, throwing briefly over the thick clouds above Daltan. A parable of death that pierces the clouds again. The missile rockets, lightning and electrical shock pervade its structure, now glowing. The column of ork tanks is ever closer, yet exultant of the destruction of Implacabilis Vindictae. A flash, a thunderous roar that shakes the earth, and the sector of Daltan, for a few moments, it's floodlit by a burning sun. Those few survived tanks crazy retreat in terror, charred vehicles, in disarray.
Logar square has become an orks tomb. The retreat of the Goffs mob marks their complete defeat on the square, and the complete change of tactic of Warlord Zorba. The Soopa Stompa, recovered from the defeat, moves back, taking off from a potential line of sigh from the square, in defense on its secondary objective.
The terrifying explosion and annihilation of the ork tanks column, for a moment, has shaken the warrior spirit of the orks army, now hesitantly. But the screams of Zorba, full of promises of punishment and death and reprisal, awaken the war fury of the orks again, and like an avalanche, the advance becames unstoppable.
The horde of boyz at the foot of the Great Gargant launches, eager for battle, forward; angrily profaning the destroyed imperial cathedral, taking cover among the statues of the imperial saints, martyrs and heroes. Defile them all, and exhibiting their remains grotesquely with scorn and mockery to the Emperor's soldiers perched on the square.
The roar of hundreds of engines, as a mortal wasps' nest, is getting closer. The speed freaks army advances ferocious, ready for battle. The formation of warbike outriders reaches the cathedral, and behind it a swarm of roket-boyz occupy the adjacent ruin, while the huge kult of speed advances on the main street, very fast, passing fearless the smoldering wreckage of the ork tanks scattered in all directions. With dismay, the imperial commanders observe the speed with which the entire ork army is pouring in the devastated lands: the moment of truth is approaching, and the Titans will not cover them forever, with their powerful, titanic armor.
For the Imperial Commander Sir Vincent Drees the decision is arduous, but inevitable. The XXI° infantry regiment moves fast and occupies the ruins over the small iron bridge that connects the devastated lands to the imperial supply lines: Imperial primary objective, whose fall could potentially cut out the forces on the squares from the rest of the imperial army. Three leman russ open fire against the Great Gargant in the distance, and a power field collapses. Just a caress against the massive, unrelenting roaring mountain of death, and like a beast in its darkest sleep, it's awakened and begins to move against them.
Step by step, immense steps that shake the earth, Aggro-Rolla is fastly approaching against the infantry regiment of the commander of the imperial forces in field. The mountains of steel lights from inside, heating up its terrible fire mouths. The belly gun with a tremendous roar pierces the eardrums of the soldiers. A huge iron ball overwhelms a leman russ, creating a long trail of destruction and shattering it into a million pieces. The towers on the shoulders of the Gargant cannonade, while its gatling blaster furiously unleashes a firestorm of thousands of perforating bullets upon the infantries, fortunately perched in buildings and ruins. The eyes of the Gargant light, as the gaze of the same Mork, and a deadly ray whizzes and ignited causing the spectacular detonation of a hellhound tank. Zorba "da' stinka" is getting closer.
OST - Terminator Genisys - MAIN THEME!
OST - StuKa Ju-87 siren (Jericho trumpet)
On the western front the blood axes mob pushes the others mobs into battle, and the bad moons begin to mount on their battlewagons and battlefortress, while the speed freaks Warbands warms up their roaring engines. The skitarii and Sagitarii demi-centuries of the cult mechanicus are now, compact, on the front line; the sagitarii with their gun-servitors ready in overwatch. Alone, in defense of the imperial secondary objectives. The stakes are high: the entire imperial supply lines are at risk, and with them, the victory. The sentinels mars pattern have failed their scouting patrol maneuver, and while they regroup, on the sky six black trails prey upon them. The missiles of numerous stukas impact on the highway AX68, a terrible firestorm, unbearable for the fragile sentinels platoon, which are almost completely annihilated. In the same instant, four death koptas open fire on the last imperial humvee, paving the road at the inexorable, devastating invasion.
The roar of the battlewagons, wartracks, buggies, evil sunz light trucks, warbikes and picturesque as lethal nameless vehicles rumbles on the western front. A terrible psychological warfare, to shake the spirit of the defenders, but, is waiting for the army of Piombus: the cult mechanicus. Half-machine, half-men, ready to avenge their master and precious jewel fell as a hero: Implacabilis Vindictae. The speed freaks Warband breaks in front of the sagiatarii demi-century, which immediately breaks its overwatch fire against them. A light fire, that destroys a couple of warbikes and a truck, but that certainly doesn't even scratched the coming horde.
Behind them, the bad moons occupy the building and bring almost to bar the way of the access ramp leading onto Logar square. The battlewagons and battlefortress focus an inaccurate fire on the Sagitarii demi-century. However, imprecise as massive fire, a fire which creates further confusion and tears down a gun servitors squad. And then, the blood axes mob march behind them, all the boyz mounted on their massive battlefortress, ready to jump in a terrible green wave on the cult mechanicus army. Ready to win for his big-boss!
From Logar square the rough riders receive their order. A one-way order. An order worthy of their order: attack the bad moons! At the "chaaaaarge" war cry the rough riders platoon rides down the access ramp, twenty knights, and with lightning speed are upon the bad moons boyz. Behind them the skitarii demy-century unleashes a massive support fire, and the battle rages, short, cruel, bloody. Within minutes all the rough riders remain on the ground, fallen, but a hundred orks and three battlewagons were destroyed. A dearly victory paid in blood for the orcs.
All the fast ork formations, the pincers prepared by Zorba on the western front, is face to face with the cult mechanicus army, ready to defend to the last transistor the imperial rear. The dawn of a terrible battle is now reality, and it will be a bloody dawn.
The drop-ship class M33 Trident turns of 45 degree and advances, overflying Logar Square, against the Makboy Gargant, reached moments before by the ork speedstas; a regroup maneuver to withstand the blow to the potential next imperial invasion. The lascannons battery and the long-range light defence laser of the starship open fire, smashing three power fields of the Gargant and holding in check the ork army responsible for the defense of their primary objective.
On Logar square begin major redeploy maneuvers. The massive corvus assault pod approaches the ground, facilitated by the movement of Conqueror Mundorum Warlord titan. While its metal doors open a bluish light illuminates the square, and sliding winches facilitate the entry of the prateorian combat servitors. The praetorian combat servitors embark again, ready for the future, and devastating assault. Conqueror Mundorum, conqueror of Logar Square, then begins a furious run to Finnich square, full of praetorians, full of revenge for Princeps Dacoj. A march that shakes the entire sector.
The watchword is: Conquest! A daring maneuver, which sees precious forces disengage from the defense of their rear, primary and secondaries objectives, and bring to the attack the entire imperial army. The cult mechanicus must stop, or slow down, the ork's pincer on the western front, and while the east front is virtually indefensible, threatened by the Great Gargant and its hordes, the tactical combination of two warlord titans with the support of a leman russ regiment arrived just now on Finnich square, ten tanks that parade down the ramp on the attack line, form now a formidable, glorious imperial attack wedge.
Finally, only the infantry landed with the drop-ship on Logar Square are assigned to the defense of the great bridge that connects the two squares. A short march, and the regiment is deployed on the northern parapet of the bridge, ready to cover the macharius super heavy tanks if the first line of the cult mechanicus were to fall.
It's almost dawn on the city of Daltan, but before the sun rises, it will be a fiery sunrise, of glory and steel. Who will survive one day be able to say: "that was the battle of Daltan, and I was there."
TURN 4. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, break the spirit) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 2 (defend the flag, Obj. Bridge)
